Chapter 47 - Wetwork (1/2)
In the dead of night near the innermost wall of Kingsted a single figure clad in all black clothing silently jumped over a wall to a low ranking nobles mansion. Landing without a noise, the figure hurriedly moved to a detached building a bit away from the main mansion and broke a window without a sound and then entered inside. Silently walking inside almost barefooted, the figure made no sound as she silently searched for the right room as she went over all the instruction she had received from her teacher.
(First confirm the target is present…)
Moving down a hidden stairway she quickly found her what she was looking for, but she was not happy about it.
(Shit… F.u.c.k this.)
Simply put it was a dungeon, and not the kind were one had a safe word. Blood had stained the walls and floor so many times it had become part of the decor. Half rusted chains and shackles was nailed to the walls and the stench of blood, piss and feces was almost unimaginable. Inside was a single figure/prisoner no older than 15 years old, she was completely n.a.k.e.d and covered in deep wounds all over her body with a metal collar around her neck.
”F.u.c.k.”
The prisoners eyes were wide open and blood stained tears had long since ceased as she had undoubtedly died in extreme pain during what must have been days of continues torture.
[”Stay calm Terra.”]
”I know. What are the orders?”
[”Full purge, ICI will handle the logistics”]
”Roger.”
[”And please burry that soul when you're done.”]
As her teachers communication cut off she went over to the dead prisoner and closed her eyes.
”Rest in peace.”
turning towards the door out of the dungeon Terra seemed to hear something before hurriedly hiding next to the door. And after a few seconds somebody opened the door.
”Time for some more instruction!”
In walked a single man wearing leather armor. He had an overall rugged look, and quickly walked over to the prisoner as he hit a metal pipe on the floor multiple times while walking over.
”I brought a new toy for this session! If you give me some more cute screams I'll give you some food, how about that!?”
Hitting the metal pipe multiple times into the floor in an attempt to rattle up his victim he got till about a meter from the n.a.k.e.d girl before noticing something was wrong.
”Hey this no time to be sleeping!”
Poking the girl a few times with the metal pole a few time he then hit her in the gut with force behind it this time, prompting no reaction.
”Tsk, I told them elfs were weaker than bestkin.. but at least the copse is still fresh so we can-”
suddenly finding himself unable to speak the man looked down to see himself getting covered in his own blood that streamed from his throat. Collapsing without a single word or scream the man slipped into the void, the last thing he ever saw was a figure clad completely in black that seemed to absorb the light.
”Piece of shit.”
Flicking the blood off her knife she immediately left the dungeon after letting the girl down from the wall, Terra breathed a deep sigh before leaving. Moving back up the stairs hidden behind a hidden doorway, Terra calmed down for a second and then went on with her task at hand. Quickly moving around the estate and avoiding nighttime patrols, she found herself in front of the main bedroom. Opening the door slowly, she suddenly realized something was wrong and jumped backwards before the door was destroyed with a magic spell.
”Guards!!”
(Shit.)
As wooden fragments flew past her head Terra drew her knife before she was hit by something and was thrown clean out of the 3rd floor window behind her.
”I'm spotted.”
Landing without issue in a lavished garden Terra was immediately surrounded by what seemed to be elite private guards.
”What the hell are you doing in my house!?”
Looking down from above her was the mansion lord, about 35 years of age his look was still relatively young, but starting to show his age. He wore a robe that failed to show his loss of shape and he seemed to be enraged as his head looked like a tomato to the intruder.
(CELL LEADER LOCATED. DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE, Y/N?)
(Get out of my head.)
”I want it alive!”
Dropping her knife the guards saw it as a sign of surrender, and one of them closed in with metal handcuffs.
”Now play nice and we will too.”
[”You stink. I can smell it through this mask, and it's f.u.c.k.i.n.g environmentally sealed.”]
”Wha!-”
Speaking through a voice scrambler Terra created a single split second opening, and that was all she needed. With fast and smooth moments Terra closed in on the guard and grabbed his throat, before ripping the out thyroid and serval pulse veins surrounding the now exposed adams apple, covering herself and the surrounding area in blood and spreading chaos among the guards. Even though Dax had only thought Terra live combat for a few days she had been a quick study, that combined with the at the time spent on seemingly meaningless lessons in biology she had received regularly since becoming his student finally held meaning.
(First create a gap, drop a useless weapon or something to destroy the system. When I talk about systems I mean any scale of system, from the biological process that makes your individual enemy able to hurt you to the organizational and psychological link that make your enemies able to hurt you utilizing teamwork. Then exploit the system error, a lapse in judgement for example, to further destroy the construct that is a treat. Make them bleed, scream and/or cry, anything that breaks up their teamwork. After that point it's just a matter of cleaning up.
This is in essence the basic system that governs a part of qiton close quarters combat, you should be able to master it somewhat within a year, then we move on to the good stuff.)
Remembering her teachers introduction to what made her own prior training suddenly seem like the fighting of toddlers, Terra used what she leaned for the first time against 'live' targets, to a terrifying effect.
”DEMONKIN!”
”DON'T BREAK RANKS!”
(Commander found.)
Hearing the suddenly increased heart rates around her, Terra quickly sorted the combat able foes form the ones soiling their pants and identified the one to take out first. Tossing the windpipe she had ripped out of the first guard at another guard's face to 'pacify him' (Break his psyche), Terra dashed at her next target with a rolling motion and picked up her knife in the progres before activating strengthening magic in her arms to jump, turning the commanders head to mush with a kick as she landed on the wall of the main estate a second later and launched off that to massacre more guards.